The author vividly depicts the summer, the rites of youth in Tipasa, with its Roman ruins and the sea below, exalting nature and the beauty of bodies under the sun. “Possession of the wave”... the words of Camus resonate in my head as a perfumer and my mind wanders among the remains scattered between sea and mountain, listing the Algerian flora: bergamot trees, wild lemongrass, peppermint, Mediterranean pine and jujube tree in the sun-blackened
countryside. Diving in the water from the rocks, one morning in Tipasa.